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The truly valuable material that mattered was stored in my hard drive, which I kept with me at all times. "Keep my hand-me-downs if you love them so much. I'm not interested in the secondhand items or woman anymore." He turned purple with rage. "What are you getting at?" "Figure it out yourself." With that, I grabbed my laptop and walked out. Hailey had been standing by the window the whole time, so she had heard every word. Her expression was ugly, but she dared not say a word because Julia Morrison from a partner company was standing next to her.

Or what has been done to her? That last question immediately has blood rushing back to my dick. The thought of her being this way due to being sexually abused has something going off in my head. When I look at her again, she isn't cleaning anymore. Or she could be done. I don't know, but she's glancing through the cover of The Art of War by Sun Tzu then flips through the pages. I have the book in a limited cover edition so I can understand her confusion. Done pretending, I set my laptop aside. “That's the actual book.” She jumps on her toes from my voice startling her.

If someone writes a book about how a woman's mind works the first chapter should state why woman believe that love from two different worlds could actually work. I lean back my head resting it on the edge of the couch keeping my gaze on the woman asleep with her legs thrown over mine. She had a life of her own before I intervened. She looks so peaceful in her sleep not a worry about the monsters chasing her... or the one who actually have her in his possession. I let her legs fall onto the couch when I stand up looking over her turn for a second, but she doesn't wake. She mumble something about office buildings and apartments before snuggling up into a fetus position and sigh loudly.

I thought, gritting my teeth, flunging the book away from my chest in anger, watching as it landed on the floor even more gracefully than I had landed on the bed earlier, closing up itself gently, as if I hadn't just flung it away carelessly. Something was also wrong with that book. I concluded, laying down straight on the bed, deciding that sleep was out of the budget. It was reading then. I picked up the first book, but I couldn’t even read past a sentence. My mind was occupied with a lot of questions, questions that I had no way at all of finding answers. I doubted that Jess would want to answer them either. The woman would rather die.

The perpetual chaos in her mind, a constant effort to project happiness even when it's a struggle. And why would any woman gravitate towards a book like that unless she has lived through it? As these thoughts circled my mind, connecting the dots, I couldn't shake the unsettling realization: she had experienced something traumatic, something she kept buried beneath the surface. The signs were there, subtle but poignant, painting a harrowing picture I couldn't ignore.

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

, I asked him That depends upon the risk factor that you want to take because reading this book is not at all good and I would better suggest you to just let it go off and just burn it down because if you try to unravel the mystery of this book then it might try to save itself in process of which it can even harm or can even take your life which won't be good for you”, she explains the answer of my question

It may be a coincidence but, the accuracy is too spot-on. "Miles... are you the man in that book?" I... don't know how to answer that. This coincidence is too disturbing. Yet again, That bastard fate is playing tricks. "I-I can't say I am..." "If I read this book, maybe you can," That's right! The content might prove the title is just a coincidence. "Can I start?" "S-Sure..." I'm anxious yet again, and I don't know why. If I am the man in that story, so what? It's like trying to weigh air. But I'm still afraid...

There were many sightings of her but still, no proof of that till date. ''How is this even possible?'' I murmured. I badly wanted to talk to someone about this book. I just couldn't keep all of this information to myself. I needed to know if someone had already read this and found it to be true, I needed to talk to someone. The very idea of this book sounded too good to be true. ''Has someone found this book before me?'' That was another thing I needed to know. If they had, what did they think about it? What was their initial thought towards it?

Today we caught three and I can already feel the excitement in the kitchen as there'll be more than enough meat for everyone plus leftovers for breakfast tomorrow. Bringing joy like that to people just has a way of filling that empty dark hole in me so I keep doing it. I haven't even sat down to read a book since I got here, I just make sure I am always moving, doing something, training, making someone smile, anything but standing in one place for those dark thoughts to encroach on me. A book I read called it abandonment issues but they'll never understand how bad it is to be marked by the one being that's hard-wired to want you and yet at the slightest inconvenience, throws you away.